Chapter Thirteen
Presley woke with a startle. She looked around through the morning shadows and realized she wasn’t alone. Urban had fallen asleep next to her. He was spooning her naked body and immediately her inner thighs were weeping. She reached around and smoothed her hand along his thigh and he shifted.
“Morning,” he mumbled in her hair, inhaling deeply.
“Good morning, tiger,” she teased.
Through the mirror of her chest across the room, she could see him. Their gazes met in the reflection and a smile played at the corners of his lips. His hair was sexily disheveled and his layer of whiskers was a stark contrast with his amazingly blue eyes. He gently squeezed her nipple and she sucked in a breath, both from his touch and watching him touch her. His wide, fingers moved over the mound of her breast. His olive skin dark against her pale pink color. He moved his hand to her other breast, giving that nipple the same glorious attention.
Her moan echoed through the space.
He chuckled lightly then clamped the tight nipple between his fingers. She pressed her bottom against him, feeling an awakening pushing her butt cheeks. “Mm…Urban,” she moaned.
“Presley,” he said in a sleep-warmed tone.
Sliding his hand over her rib cage and lower, taking the sheet with him to expose her body, he reached her mons and swirled his finger through the groomed patch of red hair. “I like that you’re a true red-head.” He kissed her shoulder. His fingers explored her folds. “Are you sore from last night?”
“Yes.”
“We shouldn’t—” he started to pull his hand away and she caught it.
“Oh, yes we should.”
*****
Wetness slicked his fingers and he smiled into her hair, holding her gaze through the mirror. She was so ready and his cock was painfully hard, his tip moist with need. As much as he wanted to position himself at her opening and take her fast, he refused to give into the desire too quickly, at least not until he brought her to orgasm.
Presley whimpered deep in her throat and his balls tightened.
He moved his fingers along the delicate curve and dip from her opening to her clit, rubbing back and forth. He knew she liked being rubbed.
Her eyes closed and her head laid back on his shoulder, her lips parted and he realized she wouldn’t last long. She was drawing close…
She moved her hips, at first a gentle movement that built into a rocking action as she pressed against his cock, teasing him. He focused on moving his fingers along her engorged clit as her cream grew thicker. Her breaths came in pants and her movements were more frantic until her moan tore through the room.
Pride raced through him at the knowledge that he brought her to orgasm. Although he ached to slam into her, he waited, allowing her body to succumb completely to her release. Her gaze was hooked on him again through the reflection. He removed his hand from between her legs and brought his fingers to his mouth, slowly and deliberately licking her juices from each digit.
*****
Coming down from an amazing orgasm, she watched Urban lick his fingers as if he was sampling a delicacy. The spasms that had been relentless were back with a vengeance.
“Bend over and give me that ass,” he demanded in a voice rough with need.
She enjoyed knowing she had him in knots, knowing she had him hard and wanting. Eagerly, she bent over at the waist and scooted her bottom up higher, feeling his erection brush the backs of her thighs. She squirmed a little in silent request, hoping he’d keep her on the orgasmic high for as long as he could hold out.
His hands spread her ass cheeks and when his fingers brushed her anus, she jerked in shock. She’d never been touched there. Her body tightened and her juices flowed.
“You have the nicest ass,” he muttered.
“Thank you.” Her voice was shaky as she waited to see where this was headed.
“How does this feel?” He glided one finger along the tight virgin folds, gently, exploring…
“I-I’ve never had anyone…you know…”
“Then let me oblige.” He dipped the tip of his finger in and her muscles resisted, and yet it was an indescribable feeling, unlike anything she’d ever felt. With his finger still working magic on the most secret part of her, he slammed his cock inside her pussy, the mixture of pressure from his finger and his cock threatened to unravel her.
“Do you like this, baby?” he whispered next to her ear.
“Yes!” She enjoyed watching his hard, raw expression and the passion in his eyes. Electricity spurted through her as he glided in and out of her passage.
His available hand grasped her hip as his gaze lowered between their bodies. A thrill raced down her spine and landed at the very place where his finger reamed her virgin hole. He pushed in deeper with both cock and finger and she cried out, relishing in the contrast of feeling. Like a ribbon being tugged, she was slowly moving down the path to another orgasm.
Her legs weakened and her muscles turned to jelly as his pace quickened and his balls bounced against the back of her thighs. The scratching of the crisp hair tickling her sensitive skin.
And then she felt a rush of warmth start at her roots and slowly, gently, cascade through her veins and pool in the spot where their bodies connected. She was being taken hostage by emotion and she went willingly.
“Presley! My sweet, sweet, Presley!” His shout vibrated her body as he released inside of her. He bucked again and again to spew every ounce of his orgasm into her.
She stared through the mirror. His head was tilted sideways, his eyes closed and the muscles in his chest were tight. An unfamiliar peace washed over her. She’d never felt so secure, so wanted in her life.
His eyes came open and he grinned. “If I haven’t told you already, I love this. I love your body. I’m hooked.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “You make me feel things that are foreign.”
He chuckled, one that vibrated her insides a second before he slid out of her. “I hope I didn’t take too much liberty.”
Understanding his meaning, she gave her head a shake. “I often wondered what it would be like to have a man enter me there. So far, I liked the intrusion.” She smiled. “Will you be disappointed if I get up?”
He loosened his hold. “You have to leave?”
“I have to do some researching today.” She sat up and dropped her feet to the floor, reaching for her black silk robe from the back of the chair. “If I plan to continue to modernize Dean Veterinary, I have to figure how much money it’s going to take to buy the new equipment. Our equipment is as old as the hills and everything is needing replaced.”
“Can you get a loan?”
She shrugged. “Maybe a small one, but I fear going into debt. Since Dad retired, I still have his customers who aren’t quite trusting me with their animals yet.”
He scooted to her and kissed her back, running his hand down her side and pausing at her hip. “They’re fools. Harris is a damn good vet, but you, my darling, are a whiz.”
Grabbing a hair tie from her nightstand, she used her teeth to hold it while she piled her hair high on her head, then used the band to secure the bun into place. “Now if all these other cowboys felt the same. They like doing things the old way because that’s what they’re used to and it’s difficult to make them see there’s a better way. I don’t want to get rid of the old-fashioned ways, but only add a modern take. I’m lucky you Jericho boys have backed me.”
“Remember, these ranchers have been around for a long time and some of them don’t want to take a chance. Their motto is ’Why fix something that isn’t broken’.”
“But some of the process is broken.
“Hey, I agree that a good business changes. Yet, I’ve been called a stubborn ass a few times. Good thing I have you.”
“Now, now…don’t forget you gave me a hard time at first. You didn’t like all my suggestions. Or was that dislike for the messenger, not the message itself?” She brought up a brow.
He smiled. “I’ve always liked the messenger, although she certainly made things difficult at times.”
She winked. “You were deserving.”
“True.”
“Can I see you later?” he asked.
“You don’t have a choice. We have an appointment with the pastor later.”
“Can’t we just tell him what time to be there to marry us?” he grumbled and climbed from bed, not even slightly self-conscious of his naked body. Then again, with a body like his, he had no reason to worry about flaws.
“It doesn’t work like that, cowboy. He likes to meet with every couple before the wedding just to make sure they’re ready.”
“Hell, no one has a clue if they’re truly ready or not until they’re married and have their first real argument.”
He had a point. “Just be at the church at six. Okay?” She stood and rounded the end of the bed, stopping to give him a kiss on the lips.
“Sure.”
“Now I’ve got to get moving.” She stopped at the bathroom door. “By the way, naked looks good on you.” She smiled and closed the door.